Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.